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Death of a Salesman

from Death of a Salesman by Scurvy D

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Scurvy D:
It's implosive when my notes hit you.
Overdriven script flipper, ready to rock.
Bust you in the ear with my wrist-ah
Ask Clarissa!
You like Sam, so I’ll diss you
Get ready for my flow to hit you in the kisser.
You suckers don’t know me,
blazed out cat named Scurvy D.
Mic ready, hype heavy, switch up always deadly.
Then we puff on these headies, get with the betties,
streak off in the night in the Jetty.
Know where I’m coming from?
Holla at your boy.
I’m the real McCoy, beast of the east,
quick with the ploy.

Next greatest thing since soy

No doy!

I play mother fuckers like Tinker Toys.

I generate more fear than ol' Doc Crane

and levitate when this shit hits my brain.

Turn wheels to make deals,

hustle the game.

Blazed up suckers just one of the Frames.

Hold up son, you’re out of control,

the narrator wouldn't hesitate to tell you so.

Take it as an order from my boy Fambrough

either scold is cold, your ass got told.

I'm a con artist working on my next scam.

Street genius hustler ripping off the man.

Cash roll in for tracks that ain't bland.

Fair price to pay for one of my jams.

You can never create something from nothing,

so quit your cussing, with the D in effect

your defenses be crumbling.

All that strutting got you busted cousin.

Now I'm laughing ‘cause I'm buzzing



Wyatt:
On second thought!



Predator:

I'm not Scurves for the sake of this song,

that’s all wrong.

You can call me Predator,

blades sharp and arm strong.

Hit you with a sedative,

you think like dumb blondes.

Your life isn't worth keeping around for long

See into my eyes your heart rate stunted,

by a cold blooded blunter with a knack for hunting

I'm on attack ‘cause you mother fuckers been fronting

Can't give up now your asses started something.

You're going to hit the streets to keep out of my reach

your number one betrayer will be your own feets.

Bring you straight back to me, deeper than shits creek

Mother fucker can't handle the heat?

Give me my fees.

I'm on the hunt for Jakes, sharks and snakes,

I'll cut your brakes, I don't make mistakes.

Take it like a man, on your two legs stand

Death of a Salesman, when my nina goes blam!

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from Death of a Salesman, released September 3, 2009
Scurvy D, Wyatt Furtherton

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